For the days of great freedom one must dress in transparent black silk
which rises up the body like smoke, for freedom is light and dangerous, like
panties glimpsed beneath the timid but resolute folds of silk. Not every
woman can dress in freedom; what is needed is density, the ability to love, to
forget, to forget, yes, most of all, and, even more, to lie, to lie well and exactly.
Then you would be perfect.
-from ASTA’S SECRETS, Londerzeel